i hate my job so much right now

Coffee, Cuddles, and Bucky

Summary: You had a shit day and Bucky helps to make better. Inspired by a shit day that I had.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 621 

Warnings: Fluffy so much fuffly. 

You had one horrible day, the kind of day that you didn’t wish even on your worst enemy. Your period decided to start a few days earlier, making you stain your beautiful just washed jeans, your boss was a bitch to you all day and when you finally could go home starts to rain.

When you finally got home, you felt like you could cry. All you wanted was to take a long shower and be cuddled. When you open the door Bucky was about to say something but stopped when he saw you “Sweetheart, are you fine?

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hi i hate doing this but i’m losing my mind currently

if you don’t know my current situation i’ll briefly summarize: my mother passed when i was 3, my father did a shit job of taking care of me and the second i turned 18 (aka the second he stopped getting money from the govt for me) he kind of gave up so i moved in with my friend unintentionally, now i’m literally on my own and i pay my own bills, i have monthly loan payments that are doubling bc i still don’t qualify for deferred loans, and all of this is very overwhelming for me bc im a fucking child and i am so scared 90% of the time

recently i’ve been fighting w/ everything, i’ve been trying to get myself food stamps and health insurance but they keep denying me and saying i’m missing information and i’m ultimately playing phone tag with them and it’s been a strenuous process. my summer job fell through and i’ve been applying to places with no avail. i’m trying so hard. i was working as a substitute once the semester at college ended, but the school year is over and my paychecks from that short span of like 5 weeks have come to an end.

today the reality set in when i went to pick up my prescription from the pharmacy and the fucking total came to 95$. i almost cried in the middle of the store bc i had 70$ in my account. thankfully my friend was there and able to help me.

i hate asking for help but i’m so afraid man like i don’t know what i’m going to do and i’m freaking out. i was going to try to get an eye exam bc i haven’t had one since my sophomore year in high school and i’m going to be a sophomore in college now (and i’m supposed to get new glasses every year bc my eyesight is literally so shitty lmao) but like i can’t even afford that so fuck me am i right. i have to push off stuff like that, my ability to see, bc i have to take care of my loan payments and the like. it’s very frustrating.

basically, if any of you could help me out in the slightest i would appreciate it wholeheartedly. any little thing would help, but please don’t donate if you yourself aren’t in a stable place. i know once college starts up again ill hopefully be okay bc i’ve already got an on campus job. but right now there are so many uncertainties in my life and as of right now i can’t afford to pay anything right now and it’s so scary and i hate doing this alone.

here’s the link to my paypal: paypal.me/courts28 , and thank you so much to anyone; even just sharing this helps. thank you.

so my job does not pay enough for me to even afford food every week and im struggling to pay rent so if you could donate to me or commission me for an art piece or astrological/oracle reading, that would be super. because i’d really rather not have to move from this positive healing space i currently stay. i really, really, really hate making fucking donation posts because im talented and i know i can make money with my skills but i dont know what the fuck is going on in my goddamn life right now. so please if you can, reblog this post and or donate to me. i need $260 before July 3rd, much preferably by Sunday because i gotta leave town for the weekend to go to an awful place and it’s so inaccessible idk what kind of jobs i’ll be able to pick up. ive recovered from a lot of ugly shit within the past two months, please. thank you.


I acted like Papyrus and got scammed out of $2,600.

tl;dr - I’m an idiot.

Long version: I fell for a scam that is obvious in hind sight. A person who called themselves Sarah Long from Germany told my roommate, who just moved out of state, that she would like to rent the extra room in my apartment she was leaving behind. I thought my roommate had vetted this person - checked the phone number, called them, etc., but it turns out she hadn’t. So I was trusting this Sarah person when she sent me what was supposed to be a rent check for two months. Except…there was an extra $1700 in the check.

Most others would have stepped back and said this was fishy, but like above I thought my roommate had vetted this person. I deposited the check electronically, and when the funds showed up in my account I felt comfortable sending the extra $1700 to an account in California to ‘help’ Sarah pay for a car she had ordered to use while she was in ‘college’ here. 

Now, just because the money showed up as available in my account does NOT mean the check passed, like I thought. So I sent the $1700, plus a little extra (taken from the rent portion of the check she had sent, I thought), then on Wednesday got a nasty surprise when it turned out the check had bounced. My bank account is now at $-1,100. 

I obviously told my dad what had happened, asking for advice, not help, and he pointed out something that actually made me feel a lot better. He said that I always tend to see the best in people and trust them easily to be good people, and as soon as he said that I thought of Papyrus, and figured hey, if I lost this money because I was acting like THE GREAT PAPYRUS then that’s not okay, but acceptable, and I’ll continue to act like him in the future (albeit without using any money). 

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So the bank said it was very unlikely I would ever get my money back, since I used Moneygram (a cash pickup site). I am lucky enough to have family helping me pay my rent and other necessities, but until my claim is resolved and I’m able to see about getting a personal loan, I am stuck in a thousand-dollar-deep hole. So I’m trying something I’ve never done before: short-story commissions and selling handmade Undertale stuff!


I may not be able to do a lot, or do them quickly because I am still student teaching, but I will be taking $10 commissions for 1,000 to 2,000-word short stories. Send me a PM with the details of what you would like and I’ll let you know how long it will take to write (depending on what papers I have due for class, and what other commissions I have at the time). Once I am done writing, you’ll send me the money via Paypal, then I’ll send you the story and you can tell me if there are any small things you want tweaked or errors that need fixing. 

Also, I don’t write smut. There’s nothing wrong with smut, but I’m an asexual-aromantic who has very little experience with sex. As they say, write what you know, and that is something I don’t know.


These are overworld sprites from our favorite game! They’re cross-stitched onto plastic canvas then neatly cut out (though in this picture, Alphys, Sans, and Papyrus aren’t done). If wanted, I can add a felt backing and a pin or small magnet for an extra dollar. The small characters - the duck, Toby, etc - will be $10, while the larger characters, such as Shyren, Napstablook, Muffet, and other main characters will be $15. These take a few hours each to make, not including the time it takes to transfer the design onto a proper pattern, which is why the cost may seem a bit high. Send me a PM is you’d like one - tell me what sprite, which pose, and if you want it plain, or with a pin or magnet. 


I have a ‘Buy Me Coffee’ button at the top of this page, beneath the title, that’ll let you easily donate $3. 

I hate, hate, hate asking for charity, but I don’t have a job right now while I’m finishing my student teaching and getting my degree. Anything will help, even if it’s just a smiley face sent my way! 

I love you all so much, and remember, even if the best things don’t always happen, the Great Papyrus believes in you!

Burger Truck King Lyrics (Parody)

To think I put actual effort into this

This will be, the first bun we need,
I will NOT, undercook this meat

With my blood, my tears and my sweat,
I will make this sandwich yet

First, we turn, on the flaming grill,
Don’t forget!
You wear a hairnet!

We’re waiting, for all our meals,

Burger Truck King,
he stands at his grill,
All he’s ever known
yet he’s happy still

Can’t hold back,
my breath is all gone,
my vision is blurred,
I’m asking myself

Don’t forget the cheese,
Make sure you slice it,
Also the lettuce,
make sure you wash it,

Asgore (and chorus):
Did I (He) Change their (our) lives?
Are my (his) burgers worth it?
Do you (we) want fries with that?

Child, pass me that plate

We wish we could stay,
but the place is full,
We will return soon,
we cannot delay

Asgore (and chorus):
It’s hard to decide,
settle on a side,
Soon I’ll (He’ll) have to close,
And I hate to say goodbye…

Now to embrace,
this heat that we have made,
Now to put the
patties right on the gril

Wait how could we have forgotten,
we should order a drink?
Could have poured it yourself,
if the machine was working…
some day soon, it will be fixed,
customers can self-serve,
make my job so much easier,
and take a break now,

Asgore (and chorus):
That’s just pipe dreaming,
and I (you) need to wake up,
fast food will always be easy,

Soon my shift will be over,
but first I SHALL SERVE
The time we had to wait here,
was all worthwile,
we finally smile

Asgore and chorus:
Farewell, everyone!
For tonight, my shift is over…

As Long As You’re Happy

Title: As Long As You’re Happy

Character: Crowley x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: ~900

Summary: The reader is frustrated by a complex hunt. Crowley decided to join her in the library.

A/n: For @secretlyshycomputer. Again thank you so much for the one shot the other day. And sorry it took me so long to write you something in return. But here it is. Hope you like it, tea buddy <3

You had a long and hard weekend and all you really wanted was cuddle up in a nice blanket. Some music, a good book and maybe a nice cup of tea sounded like actual heaven right now. Unfortunately a hunter didn’t have time for just hanging back, not while lives were at stake.

“Some days I hate my job” you sighed as you rubbed your tired eyes. The local library was clearing out but you still weren’t sure what you’re dealing with. There had already been three dead bodies before you even made it to town and another one was found yesterday. But all signs you found were mixed and unclear. Nothing made any sense.

“Maybe you should just quit then” a voice from behind you suggested playfully. Without turning to see who it was you groaned and dropped your head into your hands. Screw books and music all you really wanted a good night sleep and no British sass.

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Secrets Kill 13

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader; Steve Rogers x OFC Jessica; Bucky Barnes x Reader (Close friendship)

Warning: Swearing, Drinking, Cheating, Lying, Near death, Secrets, Angst, Drama, Heartache. (Don’t say you weren’t warned…)

A/N: We have reached the end, hope y’all enjoyed it like I did!!

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A Relaxing Night at Home

A/N: An anon request where Spencer and the Reader take a bubble bath together! @coveofmemories


As you walked up the steps to your apartment, you couldn’t think of anything you’d rather do less than lift your foot up another step. Everything in your body hurt today, your muscles felt heavy and your bones felt like they were grinding against each other like sandpaper. Thankfully, you had off the day after tomorrow and so did Spencer, but once you got inside, you were going to plop down into the couch and not move for a few hours. “Hi honey!” you called out. As you collapsed into the couch, Spencer came walked out, laying his suit jacket over the back of the kitchen chair and undoing his tie.

“I figured you might want a bath after a tough day,” he said, kissing your forehead. You’d been texting him all day to tell him how horrible you felt and how your manager needed to go suck a dick. You inhaled and the sweet scent of lavender and sighed. It did sound and smell fantastic, but…you didn’t want to move. “I’ll carry you there if you want.” Your boyfriend was a godsend.

“Yes, please,” you smiled, reaching your arms up to wrap around his neck. Spencer carefully carried you inside and placed your feet on the floor. “You gonna join me?”

Apparently, he hadn’t been planning on it. He made it up for you, but right now you couldn’t think of anything better than sitting in a warm, deliciously-scented bubble bath with your boyfriend. “You want me to?” he asked softly. “Then I will.”

Within two minutes, Spencer had stripped himself and you of your clothes and dipped you into the warm water. The scent traveled up through your nose and relaxed you immediately. When he stepped in behind you, you leaned forward, allowing him room to pull you against him. “This is so nice,” you mumbled, leaning against his chest. “Bad day. Boss sucks. Everything hurts. But not anymore. Because you don’t suck. You’re amazing.” Gently, you lifted his hand from the tepid liquid and kissed his palm.

He pulled your hair to the side and kissed the crook of your neck. “What’s wrong with your boss now?” he asked.

“Same old, same old. He’s a creep, and he’s rude, and he denied me my lunch break today, which is totally illegal, but I need the damn job, and I had to sneak eat my lunch because I was about to collapse and I just hate him so much. Nothing new, just driving me crazy,” you said, your voice not changing in pitch at all. The water was enveloping your aching muscles and the lavender smell was lulling you off to sleep. You cared about very little right now, including your boss, he was too much of a dick to waste energy on.

For a few moments, Spencer said nothing and just rubbed your palms with his thumb and forefinger. “You should quit,” he said softly as he gathered his arms under your breasts. “We live together. I can handle our bills while you look for something else.”

It was a nice thought, but you weren’t sure about putting that burden on him. “That’s a lot to handle,” you said. “What if I can’t find anything for a while?” 

“I have some money stocked away, and I make okay money doing what I do.” He turned your head into him and pressed a kiss to your lips. “You’ve been coming home pissed off and in pain constantly lately, and I hate seeing you like that. You could quit, look for another job, and then when you find something you can start in on the bills again.” 

“Are you really sure?” you asked. The idea of quitting brought unbelievable joy to you, but you never wanted to hold out too much hope. He nodded and you could’ve cried. “Then I’ll quit!” With the most animation you could muster given your relaxed state, you raised your arms in the air. “Thank you so much.” You had no idea what you’d do without him - or what you’d done to deserve him. 

The water was starting to cool down, so Spencer reached over and added some more hot water, as well as some bubble bath to go with the salts he’d put in earlier. Now that you knew tomorrow was going to be your last day, because dammit if you were going to miss the look on your boss’s face when you quit, your bath became much more lighthearted. The bubbles started to overflow and you picked them up, giving your boyfriend a bubble beard while he gave you a nice bubble up-do. “You look gorgeous,” he laughed. 

“And the bubble beard suits you, my love.” Since you’d turned around, you were now in a much better position to have a bubble fight, which was much more fun than work. The water started to cool again as your bubble fight came to a close. 

Spencer hopped out and dried himself off. He told you not to move; he’d pick you up again. “Excuse me for one second,” he said after pulling on his pajama pants. A minute later, he returned with a freshly laundered towel that he wrapped around you as he picked you up. “Couch? Bed? Where should we go?”

“I’m thinking of not wearing clothes for the rest of the night,” you laughed. “How about the couch and wrap me up in a blanket. We can watch a movie?”

He smiled down at you, kissing your forehead as he laid you on the couch. “That sounds great and tomorrow you can go into work and tell your boss to go fuck himself.”

“Can I get another bubble bath tomorrow? In celebration?” 

You were just so relaxed right now, you knew it had to become a tradition. At least once a week. 

The Contest-Part 4

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest. They are doing open casting calls all over the country. Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

Characters: Reader, Best friend Nikki (OC), Nursing Supervisor Anne, Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, other Supernatural cast and crew

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing about Jared and Jensen and the show.  Please be gentle as I am a delicate flower LOL.  For the purposes of this story, Jared and Misha are both divorced.  No hate please! I’m sure Gen and Vicki are lovely!

Part 1 (All parts are linked)

My plane left early the next morning, because I started my 3 twelve hour shifts on Sunday. I had hardly slept as I spent the night weighing the pros and cons of taking the job. Nikki knew the decision was being made on Friday, and she had called and texted so many times I had lost count. I just didn’t have the energy to deal with her right now, so I hadn’t responded.

When my text alert went off while I was on the plane I expected to see Nikki’s number again.  I was surprised to see a number I didn’t recognize.

Please take the job Y/N.

Who is this? How did you get my number?

It’s Jared. I got your number from Simon.

Seriously, Jared? Why are you even up so early? What time is it there?

The kids are visiting me. Yeah, it’s really early.

How old are they?

3,5 and 7

Wow, your lucky they let you sleep at all

They live with their Mom in Texas, but I see them whenever I can.

How long have you been divorced?

2 years

Crap, I have to go. Seriously, Y/N. Take the job. You’ll make an amazing Gemini.

You’ll be the first to know Soulmate, I promise! ;)

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How to Play a Player- Step Three: Slowly Let Him In


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Playlist- Fuck Fuckbois

Alex texted you nearly every night now, and you often woke up to texts from him, so you weren’t surprised when he messaged you at 8 P.M. on a Thursday. What did shock you was what the message contained. It was a slew of misspelled words and some bad auto correct mistakes that you could hardly decipher. You decided it would be easier to just call him.

The phone rang for a long time before he picked up. “Alex?” you asked carefully. Anxiety was filling your gut.

“Hey!” His voice rang through the speaker of your phone. “How are ya, pretty thing? Where you at?”

“Alex, are you drunk?”

“Fo shizzle.”

“Who’s with you?”

“No one. There’s a bird in this tree. I’ve been callin’ him Ricky.”

You furrowed your brow. “You got wasted by yourself? That’s kinda sad…”

“Yep! That’s me! A low-life, with no life, who’s going nowhere!”

You sighed and started to pull your coat on and walk out the door “Where are you? I’m coming to take you home.”

“In the park.”

It was hard to hide the annoyance in your voice. “Which park Alex?”

“One of ‘em.”

“Alexander Hamilton tell me right now what park you’re at.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” The line went dead. By this time you were already in your car. You groaned in frustration and threw your phone in the cup holder. It looked like you would have to check every park in New York City never mind that there were probably more than a thousand.  

You started with the ones closest to his apartment, which he wasn’t at when you got there. You kept a can of mace at your side, just in case something happened. You tried not to stay too long at one park. If he didn’t respond to you walking around and calling his name, he probably wasn’t there. You kept moving, trying to keep the emotion out of this. You were alone at night walking around parts of New York you’d never been to, and no one but drunk Alex knew you were out. It wasn’t an ideal situation. You hated being alone in the city, especially at night. It pushed your anxiety through the roof. You only noticed when you put your hands on the still steering wheel how much they were shaking.

You were wandering in probably the sixth or seventh park you’d visited that night. You felt like you recognized this place, but you weren’t entirely sure why. As you walked, you called out for Alexander, but there was no response. You sighed and followed the loop of the path, giving up on this place. You were almost to your car when someone stepped in front of you so fast you narly stumbled into them.

“Hey there. How are you?”

You looked up at the tall man. He was older, with wrinkles on his face and white peppering his beard and hair. He was dressed in a suit and had an expensive looking jacket draped over his arm, but he reeked of alcohol and was leaning a little too close for comfort.

“I’m fine. Thank you.” you said quietly before attempting to step past him, but he caught your arm and spun you around.

“Woah, not so fast! Where do you have to hurry off to?”

“I…I’m looking for my friend.”

The stranger let out low whistle and stared at you. “Is that the bloke you were shouting for?” You swallowed hard a nodded, paralyzed for fear. “I’m sure he’ll be fine. Why don’t you stay here with me for a bit? I bet I’m a lot more fun than him.”

“I’m sorry, I really need to find him.” You tried pull your arm away, but his grip only tightened.

“What’s the harm in spending some time with me?” he said with a toothy grin. You wanted to scream and fight and push him away, but you couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe. You were stuck. The man started to pull you closer.

“Please…” you whispered, tears silently falling from eyes.

“Hey don’t worry. I just wanna get to know you better.”  

“Hey!” someone shouted. You both looked over to the sound. Alex was standing a short distance away. It was nearly winter, and he was wearing a T-shirt outside. “Let her go, man.”

The older man stared at Alex. Your vision was started to go dark. “Why? We’re just talking.”

“Because if you don’t take your hands of her right now, I’m calling the police.”

The man grumbled something and let go of your arm, walking away quickly. You instantly feel to your knees breathing heavily. Your chest felt tight and no matter what you did it wouldn’t loosen. It was like someone had put a brace on your lungs and was pulling them tighter and tighter until you suffocated.

Alex was at your side. “Y/N? Shit, are you okay?”


“Okay okay. What can I do?” Alex moved closer. You squeezed your eyes just with the sudden nausea and pushed Alex away.

“The alco…hol…Y-You smell…like h-him.”

“Oh God.” Alex stepped back. “What…what do you want me to do?”

“Just…st-stay away. Don’t t-touch me.”

There was a moment of silence filled with only your ragged breathing and choked sobs, and then you heard Alex’s footsteps slowly moving away.

You leaned back and put your head between your knees, willing the ache to stop. You took deep breaths until it hurt. Finally, after several minutes of breathing and whispering mantras to yourself, you started to calm down. You wiped at your face and felt you tears soak into your glove. Slowly, you turned your head toward Alex.

He was sitting on the ground a few feet away, watching you. His eyes were concerned, he looked hurt and ashamed.

“I’m fine.” Your voice was quiet, but it was enough for him to see.

“Can I…”

You nodded and stood up. Alex walked quickly over and took you in his arms.

“I’m so sorry.” he whispered.

“It’s okay.” You rub your hand along his back soothingly. “Aren’t you cold?”

“Not really.” He pulled away and shrugged. Alex stared down at the ground. You frowned.

“Alex, what’s up?”

“You shouldn’t have come out here.” he said quickly. “You almost got hurt. You shouldn’t have come after me.”

“What is going on with you? Why were you out here in the first place?”

Alex looked up to the sky with an annoyed face. “I just wanted to take a walk, think, forget for a bit. Things got out of hand, but you shouldn’t have come after me.”

“Are you crazy? Of course I was gonna come after you!”

“Why?” His eyes met yours carefully

“You could’ve gotten hurt tonight too, Alex.”

“Why do you care?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Alex turned away from you. “You shouldn’t.”

“Jesus, what is with you tonight?”

“The possibility of me getting hurt shouldn’t compel you to risk yourself. I’m not worth it.”

You stared at him in shock and anger. “You can’t actually believe that.”

“Well,” He threw his hands up. “I do.”

“What do you mean you’re not worth it?”

“Look at me, Y/N. I’m an idiot. All I do is drink and get high. I barely have any real friends. I can’t keep a stable relationship. I hate my job, and I’m going nowhere, everyone knows it.”

Silence passed between you two. You weren’t sure I don’t break it, but you did know one thing.

“I don’t think that…I don’t think you’re going nowhere.”

Alex scoffed. “Yeah, okay.”

You grabbed his hand and made him look at you. “Really. You’re not going nowhere. So, you’ve made some mistakes, and yeah, maybe journalism sucks right now, but you’re a good writer Alex. You can do some much more if you just put your mind to it. You’ll never know how much potential you have until you start trying. And just because you’ve done some bad things, that doesn’t make you a bad person. Not regretting your mistakes is what’s not okay.”

Alex looked at you, for a long time. Your hand still held onto his. “You really think I could do something great?”

“I think you have the potential to. Maybe if you spend less time drunk in parks and more time  on building the career you want.”

Alex laughed lightly and nodded. He met your eyes, before looking at the scenery around you. “You know…this park is where I took you on our first date.”

“Really?” You swiveled your head around, looking at all the different landmarks. “That’s why it looked…familiar.”

“I am sorry, by the way.”

“Alex I told you, it’s oka-”

“No not for tonight. I mean I am, I am sorry for tonight. But…I’m sorry for how I treated you. I was a dick, and you didn’t deserve that. You’re a really great person, Y/N.” He stepped closer to you and took you other hand in his. You were mesmerized by his dark eyes. “I really regret leaving you…”

Alex leaned down and connected his lips to yours. They were cold, like the rest of his body, but it made you feel warm. He tasted like spice, probably Fireball.  You never wanted this moment to end.

But then you realized, this was Alexander Hamilton. He had hurt you, and so many others. You shouldn’t be kissing him. You should be kissing him. You shouldn’t be kissing him.

You put your hands on his chest and pushed Alex away. “I’m sorry I…I just.”

“Seriously?” he asked. “Y/N, we’ve been hanging out regularly for almost half a year! You can’t just pretend there’s nothing here.”

“Alex, I told you I wanted to stay friends. I want to keep this platonic. I’m sorry if you expected something more from me, but I told you from the beginning that I didn’t want to get back together.” you explained, but he didn’t look convinced. “And with Gilbert…I don’t want things to get complicated.”  You regretted it the moment you said it. Being caught in a lie would be the worst thing for your plan, but it did seem to shut him up.

“I know, I just-” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Nothing. Never mind. I’m sorry.”

A surge of annoyance, ran through you. Was he really that unaccustomed to not getting what he wants?

“C’mon.” you said, dejected. “You’re gonna freeze to death out here. I’ll drive you home.”

Alex followed your wordlessly to your car, and stayed that way for most of the ride to your house. You put on some quiet music in an attempt to ease the tension, but it didn’t work.

You stopped in front of Alex’s apartment complex. He unbuckled and opened the door, stepping out. When he turned to shut it he paused and looked at you for a moment.

“I really am sorry. “ His eyes were so hurt and sincere.

“I know.” you whispered. Alex lingered for a bit, but eventually he nodded and shut the door, walking away.

You leaned your forehead against the steering wheel. What the hell had just happened? Why had he gotten so angry? Yeah, you’d been spending a lot of time together, and yes, the kiss was nice…very nice…knees weak swooning nice…

Your mind wandered back to that kiss, picturing what would’ve happened if you hadn’t pushed him away. It was nice to think about.

Well, it was nice, until you were interrupted by a text from Gilbert.

Hey, Alex made it seem like you thought something was going on between us? I’m really sorry if you misread my intentions but I don’t see you that way…I’m sorry….

“Shit shit shit!” you whispered to no one in particular. You quickly replied with a “NO” and then started to type a text with more explanation.

I’ve honestly just been saying a few things to piss him off. He can be a real player sometimes and I’m tired of it so I wanted to make him jealous

Gilbert replied quickly.

Oh haha I’m tired of it too mon amie use me however you need ;)

You thought back to the article. The reason you’d started this whole thing. You thought of how badly Alex had acted to your rejection tonight. You smirked and texted Gilbert back.

siirlarr  asked:

I hate my job SO FUCKING MUCH RIGHT NOW. I'm a female&I'm very anemic. So that when the monthly gift comes around, it is PAINFUL to do anything the first two days. I can't stand up/walk, sit up, vomit constantly&pretty much go hungry until I'm able to eat again. Meds help but not always. I called out today (9/30) 2 hrs before I had to go in. I called before but nobody picked up the phone. At first they said it was fine, then 5 min later said no way&you MUST show up. This is okay to do?


“What was your biggest obstacle to quitting being a teacher?”
“The feeling of stability from being a teacher was more influential than I thought. I discovered that I was trying to settle for it. My present self was trying to stay there even though my ideal self was full of dreams. I hated it so much.”

“(Left) After that, I quit my job as a teacher to work on my dream of teaching art.”
“I guess this is the first time after you two have met that you have seen her like this?”
“(Right) Yes. She kept talking about guys just now too.”

“교사를 그만두고 나오는데 가장 큰 걸림돌이 무엇이었나요?”
“교사라는 직업이 주는 안정감이 생각보다 크더라고요. 거기에 제가 안주하려고 하는 모습을 발견했어요. 꿈꾸고 있는 이상적인 내가 있는데, 현실의 저는 여기에 머무르려고 하니까. 그게 너무 싫었어요.”

“(왼쪽) 그렇게 해서 제가 결국 예술교육을 하겠다는 제 꿈을 위해서, 교사를 그만두게 됐어요.”
“서로 알고 나서 언니의 이런 모습은 처음 보시나봐요?”
“(오른쪽) 네. 아까도 막 남자 얘기만 했거든요.”

He had only dabbled in the whole Sugar Daddy thing once and quickly decided that it wasn’t very appealing to him. Her name was Alice and she could be a sweet girl at times but he didn’t like the thought of her just being with him—both sexually and emotionally—just to receive gifts and money in return for some type of affection. That experience helped him to realize that he’d much rather be buying gifts for someone special as a token of love rather than a way to gain love.


CEO!Harry who just want someone to lavish with gifts and love.

There wasn’t much that Harry couldn’t afford and he was the type of person that if he wanted something then he would buy it for himself. He wasn’t materialistic; he was just fortunate enough have enough money to splurge on some things here and there for both himself and his friends and family.

Harry loved buying things for other people rather than himself because they could appreciate expansive things more than he could since he had grown so accustomed to it. He made it a task to surprise both Anne and Gemma every once in a while with some gifts but, after a while, even they had cautioned restraint. And, of course, he listened because they were his family and they know best, right?

But it felt completely pointless when he worked so hard every day to earn his money but only had himself to spend it on. Though he hated to admit it, he craved for someone that he could spoil and would actually appreciate what he gives them.

He had only dabbled in the whole Sugar Daddy thing once and quickly decided that it wasn’t very appealing to him. Her name was Alice and she could be a sweet girl at times but he didn’t like the thought of her just being with him—both sexually and emotionally—just to receive gifts and money in return for some type of affection. That experience helped him to realize that he’d much rather be buying gifts for someone special as a token of love rather than a way to gain love. That relationship lasted just over a month before Harry decided he didn’t like feeling like he was being used—he wants his relationships to be mutual rather than one sided and fueled by greed. So he fell into this slump again where he wanted someone to spoil but couldn’t find anyone with pure intentions.

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Happy 17 million, @markiplier!!!

You’ve come a long way and still do have a long way to go. I have enjoyed watching you grow from a small barely known insecure 22 year old with a shitty camera, to someone who even though he was hospitalized still tried to make videos, to someone who was once bitter to the things he loved who realized what he did was wasn’t right, and a 27 year old who now wishes to continue his job with that same fire in his heart he had when he started. 
You’ve really helped me over come many things in my life, depression, anxiety, self doubt, self hate, and many over things. Even though they aren’t gone completely you’ve helped me get a hold over them. I could never thank you enough with my terrible art. It’s all I can give you so I hope this is okay.

Just thank you so so much you’re honestly one of my heroes. Keep being you and what you feel best because I will continue supporting you either way <3

Hey everyone! So it’s Lea here. I’m a mentally ill bisexual 20 year old, and I need your guy’s help. So this morning my little sister backed into our garage while it was closed, and completely fucked it up. And I mean completely. It needs to be replaced. I don’t know how in the hell she managed to do this, so don’t ask me.

We share a car, and the car has damage to it as well (as you can imagine from backing into a garage door and breaking it). The back is dented, and the left tail light is cracked. There’s also two very, very deep scratches (they’re almost holes. that’s how deep they are) on the back end.

As some of you know, I recently totaled our other car back in October 2016 after I hit a deer on my way to college campus. So we’ve only had this car for a few months, and now it’s fucked up due to negligence on my sister’s end.

Along with needing to pay for a new garage door, we need to get the car fixed. Tail light replacements average $200-$300, and I’m estimating that it’s going to cost another $800 at least to take out the very large dents and scratches she put into it.

I’m currently unemployed due to my mental illness (that and I’ve been applying to places for months and no one is getting back to me), but I need to force myself to get a job in retail to pay for the damages that my little sister caused. Our car is the only way we can get around, so I need to get it fixed before I can get a job. Both my parents work full time, so I can’t get a ride from them.

If you have anything to spare, please donate to my paypal – which is lea_carosella@yahoo.com

My goal is to raise $1,000 as I think that should probably cover the damages to the car. We don’t know how much the garage door is going to be, but it leads directly into our house; so it needs to be replaced immediately for safety reasons.

Again, anything you can spare would be extremely appreciated. I hate having to keep asking for things, but my family is in a very tough spot financially right now and we don’t know what to do.

If you can’t donate, then please reblog.

Love Me or Leave Me ~ Harry Styles Imagine

Sorry its short there was not much more i could put in this but enjoy 

You and Harry used to never sleep on an argument, you both used to make sure that everything was sorted out before you both fell asleep.  But, for the past few months he has been far too distant.  You both sleep in different rooms because he is out all the time and you are in bed long before he comes back, for the first few weeks you just thought he was catching up with everyone before he goes on tour, but for this to continue weeks before he is to leave you could not stand it any longer.  You thought that you would both be okay by now.  Like you usually are.  But, for unknown reason to yourself you two were still as distant as ever.  This even made you begin to question whether Harry hated you.  Which you would call yourself stupid for at the beginning, but now?  Now you were so unsure on everything that this began to make sense to you.  Maybe he was with you just because it’s the easy option and he did not want to hurt you. Harry was like this, he hated hurting and letting other people down, so maybe he was staying with you because he did not want to hurt you.  

He has begun to speak to you less, and when he does speak to you it’s as though you are some stranger who he has had a bad first impression from.  He speaks to you like you are complete dirt.  So, you decided to confront him about everything, you could no longer live with him acting like strangers and this just hurt you even more.  But, you had to confront him.  You had, had enough of all this and it was really wearing you out. So, when Harry came in from studio and you were still up this shocked him, you were always in bed by now and he was also shocked at to how much you had changed since the last time he had looked at you properly apart from a quick glance saying goodbye. He saw that under your eyes were no longer bright and clear like they always were, they had dark circles underneath and your skill was patchy with dry skin which you only got under stress.  He blamed himself, he knows this is down to him.

He sighed before making his way over to you, awaiting the conversation which he pushed away so much. He knew this was going to happen, but he was hoping to push it back a few days before tour.  So, you did not have to see him and you could fully heal. He knew it was over between the both of you, he had known for a while he no longer felt the way that he did about you, and the fact he had dragged this dying relationship on for so long made him hate himself.  You did not deserve this, not after everything you gave up for him, he just did not want to lose you as a confidant.  He had not met anyone like you, who was not using him for his title.  You looked at him like everyone did before he was famous, a normal human being.  Now the fact he was going to lose a person who had done this for him, and made him feel whole again he just could not handle it.  It was selfish keeping you here for his own needs he understands that, but you were happy… so he thought.

“Harry, I know that its late it’s just, we haven’t been talking like we used too.  You are going on tour in a few weeks and I cannot handle this any longer.  I cannot handle not having you here with me and then knowing I will be spending 6 months straight without you.  This is unfair on me” a stray tear went down your cheek, which used to be naturally rose coloured.  Now, it was as pale as though you had your life taken out of you.  Which is probably the best way you could explain what losing Harry felt like to you.

“Y/N, I cannot do this anymore.  I just do not feel like I did when we were younger and I kept you here for my own selfish needs.  With that you have all right to hate me, but I could not lose you.  Especially not before tour I needed stability before I was uprooted.  We are different people now love, you and I both know this.  I have grown since leaving the band and so have you with your job. I just cannot do this”

“Then leave me Harry, pack your bags and fucking leave me.  Because I am not going to leave after putting so much into this relationship. But, you can leave just like the coward you are” you did not mean this.  Even with Harry saying all these words about you, you knew deep down you understood him.  You always did.

“I… I don’t know what to say”

“You have said enough Harry now just go” your eyes teared up even more so you turned your back on Harry, your back on the only love you have felt in your long 24 years on this earth. You did not turn around when Harry went upstairs to grab a few cloths for a few nights while you got yourself sorted. You did not turn around when he made his way down stairs and you did not turn around when he said your name, one last time.  You could not do it.   Watch him leave just like he promised you he would never do, this had to be a dream.  A painful one at that.  

“Y/N, I will always love you even if you do not believe that I always will” you just scoffed while wiping your eyes again, he’s trying to lighten the blow.  Just like you said he hates hurting people. But, with those final words he walked out of the place you thought would be your family home.  He closed the door on your relationship, and started your break up story.

With that you collapsed to the floor, just wanting to feel numb.

anonymous asked:

So he comes out as bi tells the world about chris Then comes the questions the accusations The paps the backlash for the lies The roles stop The girls and fans leave And the worst part is that someone who needs there privacy is suddenly thrust into the wrong kind of spotlight It's my job to protect him from that Because his safety and happiness is paramount to Darren's

I’m thinking you already know I’m not going to disagree with you.

It isn’t easy. people think this will be perfect and smooth. I mean do they not see the animosity right now??????? I’m not sure why they see it as so easy.

(You realize the hate I’m going to get for posting this right? I don’t care but just mentally preparing myself.)

Don’t really have much to add. Just I get it. Ive been watching a friend struggle with how he was going to handle it and he got a great fulltime character and slammed that closet door so hard I think its still vibrating. Another is going back bearding and yeah I will benefit from that.

a summary of the pack as memes
  • The Pack: We really miss Lachlan. He really should not have swam in lava.
  • The Pack: Sometimes we can still hear his voice.
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  • The Pack: Rob, no. Please don't shove those flowers up your ass.
  • The Pack: Hoe, don't do it.
  • Rob: *shoves flowers up ass*
  • The Pack: Oh my god.
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  • Psychic: *reads Mitch's mind*
  • Mitch: *starts up a hunger games*
  • Mitch: Do it
  • Just do it
  • Don't let your dreams be dreams
  • Yesterday you said tomorrow
  • So just do it
  • Make your dreams come true
  • Just do it
  • Some people dream of success
  • While you're gonna wake up and work hard at it
  • Nothing is impossible
  • You should get to the point
  • Where anyone else would quit
  • And you're not going to stop there
  • No, what are you waiting for?
  • Do it
  • Just do it
  • Yes you can
  • Just do it
  • If you're tired of starting over
  • Stop giving up
  • Psychic: What the fuck.
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  • Vik: *takes a deep breath* I lo-
  • Anyone who has spent 5 seconds around him ever: yes, you love Lachlan, we know, you love Lachlan so much, they’re the light of your life, you love them so much, you just love Lachlan, we KNOW, you love Lachlan you fucking love Lachlan ok we know, we get it, YOU LOVE Lachlan. WE GET IT.
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  • Vik and Lachlan: We honestly came out to have a good time and we're honestly feeling so attacked right now.
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  • Preston: I hate Rob so much! He's the stupidest pleb ever and he has no job!!
  • The Pack: ʷʰʸ ᵗʰᵉ fᵘͨᵏ ʸºᵘ ˡʸʸʸ'ⁿ, ʷʰʸ ʸºᵘ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ˡʸʸʸ'ⁿ, ᵐᵐᵐᵐᵐᵐ ºʰ ᵐʸ ᵍºᵈ ˢᵗºp fᵘͨᵏ'ⁿ ˡʸʸʸ'ⁿ
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  • The Pack: *makes a music video*
  • Their Brains: Kill Jerome in them.
  • The Pack: Why?
  • Their Brains: You gotta.
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  • *a poofless, vikklan, or any other ship that i ship moment happens*
  • Me: 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit
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  • *a ship that i don't ship moment happens*
  • Me: do NOT sign me the FUCK up 👎👀👎👀👎👀👎👀👎👀 bad shit ba̷̶ ԁ sHit 👎 thats ❌ some bad 👎👎shit right 👎👎 th 👎 ere 👎👎👎 right ❌ there ❌ ❌ if i do ƽaү so my self🚫 i say so 🚫 thats not what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ 🚫 👎 👎👎НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ 👎 👎👎 👎 🚫 👎 👀 👀 👀 👎👎Bad shit
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  • The Pack: *loses Mitch and Jerome in a crowd*
  • The Pack: Ah,there they are.
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  • Me, on a date: So, what do you think about The Pack?
  • Date: The who? Who are they?
  • Me, shoving breadsticks into my purse: I gotta go.
Update on current situation

This is a bit long and I’m writing this as things come to my head, so sorry if it’s a bit incoherent. But I explain a lot of things here about money, debts, looming eviction, and so on, so please read if you so care to.

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Coming Home to Fight

Requested: hi love, could you write an imagine where the girl and shawn get in a heated argument about shawn being away all the time when he comes home from tour

Note: Probably my favorite imagine that I’ve written so far that involves a fight between y/n and Shawn. Also, I am now obsessed with adding gifs to my imagines, so enjoy.



“I’m fucking tired, y/n.” Shawn says, all the energy drained from him as he’s sprawled across the bed in just his boxer briefs.

“Fine, I’ll just go by myself.” You respond, slightly bitterly. You have a business dinner, meeting with your boss and his wife and you were supposed to bring Shawn along. It was a dinner to discuss some work things, but also because your boss and his wife wanted to be able to get to know you and Shawn better. Since it is a very small company, your boss has dinners with every new employee, and you’ve only been working there about two months so the time for your dinner has come.

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